User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The War of Southsward/@comment-26538658-20160229125923/@comment-26538658-20160310023352

''Idunn's training with his father and mother had not failed him yet, and it certainly would not fail him now. He dodged a foxmaid's rapier swing, and saw him. It was the golden sable they all had spoken of. Jotnar the Crusher. He was even bigger than Idunn, a head taller than Ambrevina Rockflash. The golden sable's eyes were blood-red, and he was weilding a war-hammer with a handle as long as an ash-stave. ''

I''dunn threw his buckler at the Warlord, only to find that Jotnar expertly dodged it, flipping over backwards to evade it. The golden sable's eyes locked with his, wrath in the former's and fear in the latter's. Idunn was about to run at him when a reddish brown blur lunged past and bowled the giant over. It was Vermeil! Weilding his awesome broadsword, he swung it on the sable, but Jotnar kicked him off, and the two sworn enemies disappeared into the fray. ''